Fāng Jiāqí pulled the Vermilion Bird's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mò Yáo and whispered softly into the Vermilion Bird's ear, "Let's go."
The Vermilion Bird was an old-timer in the First Terror Organization. Except for a few specific people, everyone treated her with respect. She held some authority both internally and externally; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she could command attention. To be so looked down upon in her own territory, and with the First Terror Organization having been in chaos for days because of Wushuang, the Vermilion Bird was already filled with resentment. "Why should I be afraid of him!"
She looked at Mò Yáo. "You are the Mafia Godfather, yes, but this is London, not your territory. You are not a member of the First Terror Organization. At best, you are merely our guest. We are discussing our own matters. Whatever we are saying, it is not your place to interfere."
